I need to get my shit together in life and start to take pictures of things other then FASHION, because if I don’t then this blog is going to get really boring. If only my real life wasn’t so boring. I was pretty sure that with Chad working his shifts, I would have a lot of free time on my hands to go and do things I wanted, have mini adventures and things to take pictures of. Yea, that hasn’t happened at all so far. I’ve been so busy, but with nothing exciting. It’s so weird.

This weekend Chad is actually off, and I was so looking forward to it, but now it seems our plans might not actually happen. Saturday I have a girls night with my cousins, which will be fun and adventurous, but Sunday, which we all know is Super Bowl Sunday, it seems that the party that was planned has now been cancelled because SOMEONE would rather coach 16 year old girls basketball then watch football with his buddies. YES, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! Ugh. I’m so depressed that the party is no longer. I guess this means we’ll have to find something else to do. LAME.

Tonight I am spending the evening locked in my parents basement scrapbook pictures from our Honeymoon. I’ve been meaning to do it for a year and have finally got my act together. Plus Chad is working a nightshift so the timing works out well. There is a tiny TV in the basement and last week I watched Wayne’s World using the VCR. OMG, I had to rewind the VHS. I felt so retro.  For some reason it is so weird for me to think that a VHS Tape is now so oldschool. I think tonight I will watch Father of the Bride.

This week has become very, very lame.

With Chads wacked out work schedule, he has been going to be earlier then me quite a few nights during the week. This has allowed me to be witness to some strange behaviour.

It must be the stress of everything piling up and the none stop movement of his brain waves, but it seems to me that at night Chad turns into his true self, a cat. In the last few weeks this trend has started where he kicks his feet really fast a couple of times, as if he is a cat dreaming about chasing a mouse. We’ve all seen out PETS do this while asleep, but imagine a grown MAN doing this as he sleeps. I can feel and hear the rustling of the sheets, but I can only imagine how cute it actually looks.

Add ‘has cats dreams’ to the list of strange behaviours.

On Sunday I woke up to him talking. It was 10am and he was asking me if he had to get up and shower. I asked him what he was talking about and he mumbled something and then rolled over. Later on I asked him what he was talking about when he woke up at 10 and thought he needed to shower, turns out he wasn’t awake at all.

Add ‘talking in his sleep’ to the list of strange behaviours.

Last Thursday, after coming in at 4am from his swing shift, he curled up (like a cat) right beside me and passed out. I was wide awake because I had Brittany Spears stuck in my head, and I could hear his teeth moving, like he was chomping on something. I turned over to make sure he wasn’t eating my hair and all of a sudden he started to grind his teeth. OMG it was the worst sound I’ve ever heard. I quickly woke him so he would stop doing it. He was oblivious to all of it.

Add ‘teeth grinder’ to the list of strange behaviours.

As for me, I use to sleep through the night with no problems at all. Now I find myself waking up in the middle of the night to change sleeping positions, and then as soon as I’m awake I start to think about all the things I could be doing if I was at work. That’s always fun!

Then, in the last month, I’ve begun to wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. This never happens to me.  This so never happens to me that the two times it did while I was living at home, my Mom woke up thinking there was something wrong with me, because I never use to get up in the middle of the night. Lately, I’ve woken up with the ‘I have to PEE!’ sensation, but of course, I ignore it, because I can’t actually believe that my body has to pee. Plus I’m so warm, and cozy, and LAZY, that I don’t actually want to go up to pee. So I lay there and try and get comfortable, and then I press down on my bladder to see if I actually have this feeling or if I’m dreaming it, and then after 15 minutes of trying to figure out if I should get up or not, I finally do. So annoying. I blame this whole ordeal on my Mother who Pees 12 times a night. Clearly I have begun to inherit this trait.

I can’t wait to see what other weird things Chad starts to do at night.

I’ve been meaning to post these pictures for EVER. But you know me. Lazy + Too much going on + Lazy = LATE POSTING!

So, back in December I was the very first person who’s hair Miss Marlee J cut! Woot Woot! She did an amazing job as I’m sure you will be able to see in the pictures.

Peek-a-Boo face!

Cut, Dried, and Styled. Pretty damn hot if you ask me.

I love that I now have an amazing hairdresser at my finger tips!

Then…

A couple of weekends ago, Marlee asked me to come in and be a model for a day so that she could practice doing up-dos on a real person instead of her Judy Doll. Humm, have my hair played with and styled for free? SOLD!

Marlee curled it all out and played with it a bit. We weren’t sure what to do with it all until we watched a styling video and were inspired!

The hair style they showed was done on straight hair, but Marlee compromised.

The Stylist.

Rock Star Hair.

I absolutely ADORE the hair style she did.

There were so many great ones on the styling video we watched, I can’t wait for her to do my hair for the next big event I have to go do.

If there is anyone looking for an amazing hair experience I HIGHLY recommend going to Marlee. You can tell this was her calling in life. She is amazingly talented with a pair of scissors and a comb!!!

I can’t wait to go back!

La lalalalalala.

Nothing new over here.

Work was a gong show this week because there was so much to do and so little time and so much inventory! I think I stressed myself out over it when really everything ended up being fine.

I’m useless. I keep watching TV and not paying attention to what I am doing. Hello procrastinating. Chads favorite thing about me. Thankfully he is not home to see it!

The shoes that Amanda Bynes is wearing in What a Girl Wants are horrible. Ugh.

Crap. Its after 11 and I havent done anything.

My schedule is so screwed.

And I just wasted a post.

Somehow, last night, I found myself reading Obituaries online. Don`t ask, it`s a long story.

Needless to say, I found quite a few people on there that I knew, which is weird really.

I called my Mom to tell her of my discovery, because I knew she would know these people too.

My Mother then called my Nonna, who then called me because she tried to search for it but she couldn`t find it.

So I emailed my Nonna the obits. Yes, you read that right. The excitement in her voice that there was such a thing – Online Obituaries – was eerie.

It is an Italian tradition that once you hit a certain point in your life, your friends start to die off, so in order to keep track of everyone, you read the obituaries. Actually, it`s probably not even an Italian Tradition, as much as it is an old person tradition.

Since I am fortunate enough to be so involved in the Italian community, I end up knowing a lot of ageing Italians, who just so happen to die, eventually, and then I read about them in the obits. I`m starting off the tradition early.

So now, not only does my Nonna read the obituaries in the news paper everyday, but she has a website, that she can check daily, to make sure she doesn`t miss any funerals.

The sad part is, that I`m so use to obituaries and funerals and old Italians dieing, that it doesn`t even phase me, even though Chad thinks I`m crazy for keeping up to date on it all.

I`m just fulfilling my Italian Destiny.

So Friday night Chad had this great plan. He would stay up really late so that he could sleep all day Saturday in preparation for his night shift Saturday Night. The plan included going out to dinner in Surrey, with whomever wanted to join us, then head out to Dublins Crossing for drinks, where at some point the girls would leave to do girly things and the boys would go back to Ryans house to drink more, play games, and stay up all night.

And so, Ryan & Elise, Dario & Mike, Chad & I, along with Sarah Rose, all met up at Browns Social House in Walnut Grove for dinner. Turned out that my cousin Laura is now a waitress there, so we had a mini dinner family reunion.

Once dinner was over we headed out to Dublins Crossing, where Colin and Shazzi joined us.

We finally got the fancy cornor of the pub where Mike tried to close all the curtains around it and Dario played King for the evening.

Mike & Ryan have this on going joke with me, that all started when we went camping back in the Summer. Because I never had my flash on my camera I took hundreds of pictures with out their knowing, and subsequently, in every photo, they look totally spaced out. So now, they always make a point of commenting on me taking horrible photos of them when they aren’t paying attention. Above is a picture of Ryan trying to avoid such a photo, and Mike giving us an example of what he looked like in all those camping photos.

Boys.

Chad & Colin were shirt twins.

So here is the story. The boys ordered Jager Bombs for themselves, and the waitress brought them a tray with all the drinks. Mike was in charge of handing them all out, but while doing so he just happened to knock over a shot of Jager. So what did Dario do? Well, he poured the Jager right back into the shot glass! Not one drop was missed. Of course, Mike had to drink the dirty shot because he was the one who knocked it over.

Colin and Mike were harassing me via txt message, so I shot back with creepy thoughts.

Attempting to spin a felt.

Not getting caught staring into space.

Despite all the pictures of the boys, there WERE girls there.

Elise taking over the King Chair.

Captain Dario signing out.

At about 11:30 everyone hit the road. I went over to Elises house to sleep over since Saturday we had to go out shopping all day. We went back to her house and ended up watching ‘The Man in the Moon”, which is the first movie Reese Witherspoon ever did. It was pretty good, but somewhat depressing. SPOILER ALERT, it is not a happy ending. It also taught us a lesson. Appartenly pre marital sex in the 50s in the ‘Deep South’ leads to death by tractor.

Mental, Noted.

So, tonight it starts.

2 Days, 2 Nights, 2 Off.

Chad is off doing his first night shift, and I am home on a Saturday night. Feels kind of weird.

I wasn’t able to do much today because Chad was sleeping and I didn’t want to make any noise. I did manage to iron for 2 hours however, and it’s now left me exhausted.

I think I’m going to dry the dishes, tidy up a few things and then head to bed.

We have a 8:30am breakfast date tomorrow at Whitespot, and I have already started dreaming of waffles and strawberries.

But, I need to get to bed, otherwise I’m going to be a grumpy bear tomorrow.

zzz